Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.